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Spinning and Spinning ,Round and round,
On the roof ,On the ground
On my feet ,On my toes,
Laughing and crying my heartfelt woes
The wide smile ,the care-free laughter
Very much like the Life of After
Dancing as i sing,Running as i hum
On my tunes ,Under the moon
Which glows with a beautiful sense of woon
Waiting for you from the noon
Promising ill be meeting ;very soon
To feel your presence beneath the sky
i have my secrets ill tell you why
I chase your light so you wont hide
I wish the clouds wont come any near
Hiding you away from my eyes
I wish only to see your sight
Basking myself in the moon light
When two spheres met to gaze
Racing my heart, burning  ablaze
Enlightening the weak soul of me
Flaming the sparks,the wonder ,the glee,
Sparkling and brightening the eyes of me
Dialating the pupils inside of them
The pounding heart beating aloud
Right inside the chest of me
I hear the sound ,i hear the beat
My pulse rising at the sight of you
You might be not as bright as sun
But you are the one which made spun
With love, with emotions ,with which we hung
Every night in the sky,
Before the dusk and twilight,
Gazing with you ;the starlights,
Flickering a flame in the night
Gently pulling; the ocean tides,
Moon you are the flame;the spark
Which made me burn ,which made me lark,
I dont care to be lost ,
From this world ,From this coast,
As long as i can reach the sky
Wishing to be the star just beside you
Because when the world would gaze the sky
There would be us you and i
Side by side two sparkling lights,
Shining and twinkling with all their might,
I wish the stars, i bless the moon,
I promise ill come to you very soon.
                         __tsuki no ume.
Gazing at the stars at night
I see their light which shines so bright
Twinkling as they fade away
As the night runs away
Far, far ,far so high
For me to reach For me to grasp
My eyes no longer can catch their light
The night is beautiful and alive
In its darkness i shall dive
Tis' is a bliss O 'thee
Countless nights, Countless dreams
When night is young ;they would sleep
But i wish to stay i wish to weep
Telling my secrets and stories
Those which i had buried so deep
Night itself is alone and dark
Through this journey ;i must embark
I am an owl of the moon
I am a wolf of the night
I hoot and howl among the trees
As shadows sing and dance with me
The night breeze brushing my skin
Tis' Freezing me to the bone
When im lost and alone
Soon the night shall fade away
The moon no longer can keep its glow
Only to whom i would bow
Now the sun conquers the sky
But im a creature of the night
With this darkness i must die
Its my fate and destiny
When its light i cant breathe
But when the night kisses me
I shall dream i shall flee
Far from sun Far from light
As long as the night;i am alive.
                   __tsuki no ume~
The Wicca Man May 18
Again today
I went to bed as the sun rose.
The creeping blue-grey dawn
signalled to me
it was time to sleep.

My sleep does not come easily though
and many a night,
I sit through the dark hours
waiting for that dawn to come.

Should I worry that my sleep
comes only as dawn breaks?

I don’t mind;
the night holds no fear for me
in fact, I relish those dark hours,
the solitude,
when all is silent,
when all is calm.

And when I do sleep,
it is fitful and fraught,
just a few fretful hours
embellished by strange visions.

And on waking,
I am not always refreshed
but the days are long enough
for a few more hours
of fretful rest
before the sun sets
and I can again enjoy
the dark hours
in my solitude.
I am a Nyctophile.
I love the night, the darkness:
it gives me pleasure,
it gives me comfort,
it gives me peace.

In the night hours
I can hear the soft rustling of the trees,
the trilling of insects,
the gentle pad of the cat,
the bark of the fox,
the scurrying of the hedgehog
as they go about their night-time adventures.

In the night hours
I can see the the stars
glimmering above
and when the moon is risen,
I can bask in her soft, silver glow.

In the night hours
I can smell the cool air
and taste the new-formed dew.

In the night hours
all that is familiar
takes on a new persona
in the shadows.

And what secrets
hide in those shadows?

They do not bring me fear
but curiosity …

In the quiet of the night,
my thoughts are mine,
uninterrupted and unencumbered
by the noises of the day;
the clamour of voices,
the roar of the traffic,
the cacophony of daily life.

I love the night, the darkness,
it gives me pleasure,
it gives me comfort,
it gives me peace.

© 2025
Cryptic Dec 2018
I'm in a four corner room
Lying,
All I can see is a light from my phone
and the rest is nothing
Wondering and thinking
a thoughts and things
that are slowly killing me

— The End —